"By now, mom had removed the strap-on, and she was fingering her soaking wet cunt while she watched me lick Malcolm clean. He looked down at her, and...made a spinning type of sign over her with his index finger. Apparently mom already knew what that meant, and she swung her body around so her head was near the foot of the bed. Malcolm pulled her closer to him, until her head was just barely resting on the bed. I knew what this meant, as I had seen it before. Only this time, instead of. " That's better," he said roughly.I was left to myself once he walked away, with only my own thoughts and assumptions to keep me company. It was cold comfort.Promptly at two-thirty the next afternoon, I was cooling my heels in the reception area of the Athletic Office. Pick's secretary, Eunice Adkins, glanced at me every now and then out of the corner of her eye. She wore big rhinestone glasses and a pencil stuck into her sticky-looking beehive hairdo. Every now and then she took her glasses. "Mike had Mark back on the line in a minute. "Let's do it," he said."All right," Mark said. "Don't hook the dogs up, yet. When you get yourself ready to go, come up and help me get the dog box in the truck. Then, we can pick your stuff up on the way out."It took a while. Mike had kept his winter camping gear pretty well together, but it took time to gather it up, get dressed, and carry it out to the sled in the barn. He gathered harnesses, lines, and all the other essentials he'd need, and. The beam was about as thick as a man's arm, but the top was shaped to have a sharp upper edge, although the leather padding offered a marginally less uncomfortable resting place. Sally assumed she would have to bend over it to be spanked, but the beam was very narrow and she thought it would be pretty uncomfortable to bend over it for long. Anyway Phil had said she had to ride it. What did he mean?Phil made Sally stand close against it, and adjusted the height of the beam so it was level with.